Does This Count as “ANYTHING”?

I had been locked up for probably the longest i ever have been the other day and Princess had the combination to the lockbox. i was just dying wondering what Princess would do knowing that i would have to have the metal lock removed and replaced with plastic to get through security. i also knew that i was going to break down and beg Her to let me cum.

“If I let you cum pantysue, what will you do for Me?”
“Anything Princess,” i replied, “i will do ANYTHING for You my Princess!”
“you have never said that like this before pantysue. Are You sure you will do ANYTHING?”
“Yes my Princess… ANYTHING!”
“Well I am going to have to think about this… this could really be fun! Now beg!”
“Oh please Princess… please let me cum for you!”
“Say pretty please!”
“Oh pretty please Princess… my pretty Princess, please let me cum for you!”

My pretty Stroke Princess had me edge several times before She said She wanted me to moan like Her sweet little girl and then i just exploded… much to Princess’s delight.

Well that’s how i earned this next adventure, which led me to Stiletto’s Cabaret! Now this is a picture of it the day after, but since they would not let me take pictures last night, Princess asked me to go back and take a couple just in case anyone else decides to say “Anything”!

Okay, so Princess’s brain was working overtime dreaming this one up! After we talked to each other during the pedi, Princess thought it might be fun for pantysue to get a lap dance… and since i said "anything" it was not just any lap dance, but one with my cage on! And as if that weren’t enough, Princess wanted me to call Her, and before the stripper began the lap dance, Princess wanted to talk to her.

i walk into Stiletto’s and am greeted right away by this cute young thing who is wearing of all things a tiny little pink outfit. It was perfect, because that was Princess’s favorite color! And she had black thigh high leather boots on and was holding a black leather whip! After introducing herself to me as Juliet, i asked her how much a lap dance would cost. “$40 for a regular one, or for $60 we can do a VIP and I can whip you if you want!” Was there any choice?

“Well there is something i should tell you first,” i said to Juliet. “i am wearing a cock cage.” i think she was a little surprised, “a cock what?” she asked. “A cock cage… a chastity device,” i informed her. “And my Mistress wants me to call Her so that She can talk to you before we start. Have you ever done anything like that before?” i asked. “I have had some weird people in here, but never something like that,” she let me know, as if a sissy in a cock cage, wearing panties, wanting he/r stripper to talk to he/r Mistress before a lap dance was weird!

She was obviously a little nervous about this, but led me through a curtain into this private room. She motioned for me to sit down on the couch and Juliet sat down beside me. i dialed those magic numbers… (877) 518-3575 and right at midnight, there was Princess waiting for me. “Hello Princess, i have someone here who wants to talk to you,” and handed the phone over to Juliet.

“High there, I am Juliet,” was all that i heard and then Princess took over. After listening to Princess for a while longer than i expected, Juliet handed me back the phone and took off that little pink bra to present her sweet perky breasts to me. i quickly put the phone away and watched as she began to dance. The she leans over and whispers in my ear, “are you wearing girlie panties?”

It is probably a good thing i was locked away or things might have gotten way too hard for me to handle! But just then i was to learn one of the problems with a caged lap dance. Juliet pushes my knees together and sits facing me on my lap. The sight of those pretty titties had my cock straining against its cage. But since it was caged, no matter how much she gyrated in my lap, my cage and its contents were trapped away firmly between my thighs and were not ever going to feel her pussy.

i think it must have frustrated her as much as it did me, dancing on this pantyboy’s lap and nothing stiff to be found. So she gets off my lap, spreads my legs apart and rubs her ass between my legs. Now this i could feel, and i am sure she could feel something hard rubbing against her to, but i am not sure she has ever felt something hard and plastic!

After another futile attempt to feel something while riding my lap, Juliet went back to the backside approach. Then she rubbed her hand over her ass cheek which she had raised up to be right in front of my admiring eyes, pinched it and then slapped it. After doing it again a second time she turns to me and says, “Like the way I smack my ass?” and i just nod quietly in complete agreement. “Then you will love the way I whip your little pantied ass!”

Juliet had me lean against the couch and demanded that i show her “just a little bit of those girlie panties” and she proceeded to whip my sissy pantied ass (not too hard… it was more ceremonial than real).to an appropriate light pink to match my panties. Then she had me sit back on the couch again, and wriggled around on my lap trying once more to feel something, but the cage was just tucked too tightly between my thighs and its prisoner had no chance of escape to show Juliet how aroused i actually was!

She put her pink bra back on, thanked me and i tipped her well. i am sure when Juliet came to work last night she had no idea she would be trying to arouse a caged cock let alone be on the phone with its cock teasing owner, my Princess!

i am not sure what Princess can dream up next that will top this, but She did remind me i have those little blue pills coming, and for those of you who know the true Stroke Princess like i know my Stroke Princess, i am sure it will be something equally as exciting. Who could ever think that this perfect Princess was not exciting? And lest She think i enjoyed my lap dance with Juliet too much, this would be my ultimate lap dance if i could just be this chair!

i still don’t know what Princess said to Juliet, but Princess promised to post the first comment on this blog entry so that i would finally get a chance to know what She was telling Juliet and so that all of you will know that Princess really did talk to her just before Juliet whispered those words…”are you wearing girlie panties?”

Yes… ANYTHING for my Stroke Princess!

Sweet Dreams with Princess Grace

Well Princess… i wasn’t planning to blog about my lock up this week, but i just have to let all Your pets know how different things are when Princess actually controls the key!

i have been without cummies now for over two weeks, but up until two days ago it was the honor system. Because i had to pass through security detectors, i could only wear the plastic lock on my CB2500 (CB3000 rings and 2000 cage).Two days ago i got a parcel from Princess that contained a lock box i had ordered for Her through Amazon. Once i knew it had come (and that i wasn’t going to!) i had to mail Princess my second key, i had already mailed Her my first one. So now Princess and i each had one of the keys… the only difference was that mine was in a lockbox and only Princess knows its combination.

That night i was privileged enough to chat with Princess, and i know She took great joy in knowing that She was finally going to have complete and total control over my cock. “On your knees now pantysue! Remove that plastic lock and take the cage off, but leave the rings on.” Obediently i obeyed my Princess… She has the Pussy, so She makes the Rules!

“Now stroke it pantysue… stroke it for Me. Who am i pantysue?”

“You are the Stroke Princess… You are my Stroke Princess!”

“Awwww that’s a good little girl. Keep stroking for Me, but absolutely no cummies!”

“Yes Princess…”

“Now do you have some ice around there pantysue? You do, good… i want you to ice down your cock so that you can get it back into that cage. Are you back inside yet?”


Needless to say after two weeks of no cummies and kneeling before the perfect Princess as She is telling me to stroke made my cock full and throbbing. It was nearly impossible to get it back into its plastic prision, but at last with the help of Princess’s suggestion that i insert some ice in my sissy hole i was able to get it back inside.

“Now lock it pantysue… lock it for Me and then get back down on your knees and say goodnight to your Princess!”

“Yes Princess… Thank You so much for taking care of me Princess. Goodnight my Princess.”

“Goodnight pantysue… now climb into your bed and have sweet dreams!”

And there i was, all locked up and staring at my lock box. i could hear the key rattling around inside, and through the tiny holes in the back i could even get a glimpse of my key, but i would only be able to get to it when Princess whispered the numbers to open the box.

i am not sure why it is so different, even with just the plastic lock on i never cheated on Princess… never stroked without Her permission, but i guess this sissy head always knew it could. Now that same sissy brain knew that this time only Princess could allow me out and because of that everything became more intense. Despite the ice, i was straining against the cage most of the night. When the wake-up call came the next morning all i just wished it was Princess on the other end. And then on the way to work i notice this salon named “Princess Nails” to remind me of the pedis we just got. Princess truly is the Mindfucktress… my Mindfucktress.

And then that afternoon one more thing to remember Princess by showed up in my mailbox, a jeweled butt plug that featured an emerald… Princess’s birthstone. So as i fell asleep last night, i was locked in my Princess’s cage and wearing Her birthstone remembering what She said about having “sweet dreams”.

During my dream i am working at my desk an in comes this beautiful young woman. She asks me if i remember her and she says her name. Well i don’t remember her, but i certainly think it is in my best interest to pretend i do. Then she takes her finger and starts tickling my ear and then tracing her way down to my nipples… “Remember when we used to do this?” i know i sure as heck would have remembered it. And then she makes her way down to my lap and finds my cage. “Well what is this we have here?” But instead of being scared off, she walks around to the other side of my desk, crawls under and unzips my pants. “And remember how much you used to like it when I did this” she says as she starts to suck my cock. But with the cage on it is such a strange felling… hers is the motion of a great blow job but all i get are little wet tickles as her tongue finds its way between the pink bars now and then. The torture of having the feeling of release right there, but no way to attain it is killing me!

i am sure Princess Grace will have an explanation as to why i would have a dream like this, but this round of chastity for Princess is the most difficult ever. My mind is constantly thinking of all the things that make me want to stroke, but since pleasing Princess is at the top of that list, i will do my best to endure. Although i have a feeling next time i hear Princess’s voice on the other end of the phone i will probably start to beg… in fact i will probably promise to do anything to hear Her softy whisper that combination… ANYTHING!

A Pedi for Two! Princess and Her Pedi Pet

Just when i was getting used to getting my own pedicure, wouldn’t you know that Princess would come up with a new way of doing it!

Princess and i were chatting last night, and She of course knew that i was going to get my nails done today. Well what does Princess decide to do but get Her’s done with me! Don’t i wish that She was in the same salon with me, but it was about as close as i could hope to get.

The instructions Princess gave me last night were that today i was to get ready by putting my butt plug firmly in place, put on a satiny pair of panties with a maxi-pad in place and then make sure all of that was safely confined in my tight control panties… of course i had my cage on too! And being such a good little girl, i couldn’t help but put on my pink cami as well… makes those nipples so sensitive!

Princess and i set a time we were both going to get our pedi’s and when i was there i was supposed to text Her so that She could call me. Princess in my head and a nail tech making my feet feel wonderful… this was going to be heaven on earth! “i am soaking” went my text message…. “so am I” came back the reply. And then the phone rings!

i have to say it was difficult not to fall into my sissy pantysue voice, but i think the women in the store… yes there were two other women getting their nails done… would have wondered where that voice was coming from. Well it was an interesting conversation to say the least wasn’t it Princess? Trying to come up with code words so that we both knew what we were talking about and the room in Her store and my store wouldn’t drop their collective jaws!

Princess asked me how i was feeling, knowing my butt plug was vibrating in the chair as my nails were getting trimmed… and then as my toes started getting messaged i mentioned to Her how good that felt and said it might cause the same kind of reaction She sometimes gets when Her toes are taken care of. “No, no, no!” Princess warns, “Remember the jewels are all locked away, and the key is in a safe place!”

“Yes, French… they need to match My fingers,” Princess says to Her nail boy. Having made sure that was understood, She was back to teasing me. “you know some people keep them in the bank,” She says. “Keep what?” i ask. “The key silly.” “Am i going to have to make some sort of deposit?” i asked. Then there was nothing but :::giggles::: “I don’t think you will be making a deposit for some time!” that sensuous voice of Her’s replied.

Well we had found our code… bank talk! There are safe deposit boxes, vaults, deposit slips… and somehow for me that even turned into a more appropriate “pink slip” that i might get. And even though we might open up the jewel case i certainly wasn’t going to be allowed to make a deposit… “maybe a few cents might fall out of my pockets as a ‘predeposit’” but the bank would close before i would have a chance to make any real deposit.

“Yes a clear coat,” i said to my nail lady… she has done it enough times now that she knows what my usual finish is. “you’re way ahead of Me,” Princess says. “Well i am not getting French nails.” There i go… getting myself into trouble again. Those of you who know Princess know what She is going to say next…“Maybe next time you should get French nails. Oh (you know how Princess says that when She has another great idea) and instead of getting my nails done too, I will just call you so that I won’t have to talk in code.”

Well needless to say, my nails look quite pretty and Princess’s of course are perfect! I guess this is what i love about Princess… just when a sissy thinks it is safe to get a pedi… Princess decides to take it to a whole new level. Next time i am sure i will have to have pictures of my French nails to show Princess and of course the blog and at the same time listen to Princess have fun teasing me on the phone the whole time!

Is there any wonder why so many pets love my Stroke Princess?